Stories to share during my YOUNG DUMB NOOB PRP attachment in ward emergency department.
My boss came in, slammed the door. Fortunately the door was designed to be lock safe , if not, I think he might need to replace new one.
“I cant see your improvement .”
“You make me stroke”
“Ever you know how to study ?”
“Why cant you performance well”
“Can’t you refer on how other study? He study in front laptop with his book and making own notes for hours ”
Those word smashed on my face harshly.
“Then how u think I study ? How and what my u think I m not study well few hours in front my laptop too? You think I study closing eyes and eating popcorn ? laid on my bed?
Even if yes, everyone have different study pattern.”
I swallowed back all my words, looked at him hopelessly.
Not to mention, my preceptors was one of the most top high rank of clinical pharmacist in Malaysia. Undoubted, his scolds, stare , aura enough to make me shivering to hell. I did admitted my stupidities did gave them few episodes of heart attacks, hardship in life too.
“New patients in …” Everyone was so busy with their stuff.
Ya I m just an useless thing that blocking the way.
For me,the most stressful thing happened everyday wasn’t about how much or how bad the condition of patients, but my preceptor’s mood. Ya kinda noticed ,every preceptors have their very own working pattern and mood. Smile or angry , in a split. I got confused of either to approach them or keep myself a distance .
Every morning, I took sips of coffee, pampering my soul be end up pride-lessly inside. Yup , thats how I survived .Same routine happened in a cycle everyday.
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What I did in emergency department ? Basically I tried to involve myself in those kind of activity happen around me .
I would shared u a story of mine, was damn funny.
Once upon at time……..
I was walking around with my cp1.
Then, an old uncle waved his hand to me, instructed me to come over. I looked a round, point finger to myself. After sort of “connection loading”, body language actually work.
He wanna wewwee.
He was on IV infusion GTN , not mean he cant go toilet which only a short distance away. Unfortunately the toilet was in use by the other.
More concern on his current condition , if any fall issues or get the things pug out. Either nurse or doctor or my boss will hate me so bad.
“ Hold a minute, I get u an urine bottle. I ever saw the nurse bring it around."When I pass it to patient , here come another problem. He asked me how to use?
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| Just a photo, if any of u no idea how urine bottle looks like. |
“ HOW?”I asked myself too.I knew it meant to be weeee inside , but how to explain. A deep frown on my brows, yet I tried to hide it.
Just put it in, than weewewe..? I answered.
“How ? Where ?Left , right or middle ?”Again , he asked.
“Up to which make u comfortable. Let me know if done ya” I cleared my throat, fixed my labcoat pretended to be calm. Then I closed the curtain. Wiped off my cold sweat.
Look at my watch, few minutes past.
“Done? ”
He smile and gave me a thumb up , mean he will try his best.
Why it take him so long. Flipped through the patient profile , any history of urinary problem , ect Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia(BPH) ..?
“Done?”I whispered in low tone with a curtain in between.
“Doctor, I cant weewee if you keep rushing me.” replied uncle.
😓OPPPS my bad. I really dint mean to disturb him.
Finally done.
He pass his hot fresh urine to me, closed the lid. The problem , where to discard this as the only toilet was in use. I m basically holding urine jar and walk around seeking help from nurse.
“The pharmacist girl , dun u bring the urine around. U are the one need clean it if spilled.” a nurse was yelling to me from far. Everyone in room was laugh, did actually lessen the tense atmosphere in emergency department for a moment.
Let take this part of funny story as an experience.
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Another story.
An hot tempered old uncle, insisted to discharge even he wasn’t in good well condition (DISCHARGE OWN RISK). Well, I prepared his discharge medications and came to his bed. After dispensed, he asked me to remove his catheter on hand, I looked around for any nurse on duty. Everyone was so busy on their own stuffs, measuring BP, some was cleaning the vomit residue, some was doing CPR,ect.
<Pharmacist, doctor, nurse might look alike in eyes of patient, without knowing our job scope was huge different. Pharmacist was legal drug dealer, we know all about drug, dispensing, drug handling ect. Highlight here, Pharmacist wasn't trained to give injection, diagnose patient, insert/ remove of catheter ,ect, thats out of our job scope.>
Uncle was making a fuss , when I gave signal to wait for a moment.
He took off his catheter with his bare hand and put the catheter beside his bed.
I stunned for a moment. I hurry up run to emergency trolly and grab him gauze and plaster. He refused and walked away with his baggage. He shown his impatience in such aggressive way.
Blood was dripping. Sigh.
Looking at the blood stains on bed, I sort of felt the pain on my vein too.
I never went for blood donation, due to my low hemoglobin level. The another reason that contribute much was “I M FEAR OF NEEDLE”, NEEDLE PHOBIA SYNDROME. Might due to childhood experience , a newbie nurse unable to find my vein, poked on me few times. My vein was swollen for few days which gave me a trauma.
That was why I cant be a doctor or nurse >…<
(I m actually getting better now , trying to overcome the fear)🙈
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I admitted I wasn’t calm enough in handling , always got panic attack.
I m wondering how you guys will deal if putting yourself in my shoes too. Kindly comment down and let me know.
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